He’s so tall! She has to stretch way up, and tilt her head back to reach. Her hands close tightly on his from the struggle to keep her balance, but she isn’t going to let go, not for the world.
Percival pulls back for an instant, but only to readjust and smile. He releases her hands and puts one of his on her waist, one on the side of her neck. Before kissing her again, he leans in to speak softly into her ear, “Thank you, you are so beautiful.”
His breath beside her throat makes her shiver. He’s not one of those knights whose very voice turns women weak (Mordred, Gwaine), but to have him speak right in her ear like that sends crinkles down her spine. “You’re welcome,” she starts, and then he’s kissing her again, and she gets her arms around his neck and hangs on. For her first kisses, she hopes she’s doing okay.
“Yes?” What is going on? Why is he asking — why is he /asking/? She looks up at him, towering over her, with huge eyes. She’s not /afraid/, but confused. So confused.
Hands shaking, Percival gently weaves his fingers together with Summer’s before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
He’s so tall! She has to stretch way up, and tilt her head back to reach. Her hands close tightly on his from the struggle to keep her balance, but she isn’t going to let go, not for the world.
“/Please/ make sense, because that didn’t make any,” she pleads.
Percival takes a very deep breath, attempting to eradicate the fear from his eyes. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes?” What is going on? Why is he asking — why is he /asking/? She looks up at him, towering over her, with huge eyes. She’s not /afraid/, but confused. So confused.
Now she’s blushing. “Do what feels right? I — I didn’t think you were … I mean I — ” She stumbles to a halt, and rubs at her face. “I do /try/ not to flirt with /everyone/.”
“No! I mean, no, I didn’t mean to imply that you flirt too much or anything. I just think you’re beautiful, and funny, and things, so then I just thought that, well, I don’t even know what I thought, and I just?”
“/Please/ make sense, because that didn’t make any,” she pleads.
Summer blinks at him, caught off-guard. “What’s stopping you?”
He’s torn between gaping wide-eyed and smirking. “Lack of obvious reciprocation, and you won’t tell me how…”
Now she’s blushing. “Do what feels right? I — I didn’t think you were … I mean I — ” She stumbles to a halt, and rubs at her face. “I do /try/ not to flirt with /everyone/.”
“Skip that bit,” she instructs. “Is there something you want me to want of you?”
“I mostly just… want to please you.” Oh, Gods above almighty and glorious in power, please bless me with the assurance that I did not actually say that.
Summer blinks at him, caught off-guard. “What’s stopping you?”
That does it. She can’t hold it any longer, and bursts into laughter. His fumbling for an answer is adorable. “Percival,” she says, patting his back, “there’s no fantasy of mine that’s worth forcing you to fulfill.”
Percival turns a whole shade redder than he was before, lowering his head in embarrassment. “Well… not even one?”
“Not /forcing/,” she emphasises. Eyeing the blush, Summer adds, “Was there something you /wanted/ me to want?”
She circles around behind him, still trailing those fingertips, having to work hard to suppress the giggles. “Then what’s the issue?” she purrs. A slow smile curls her mouth, and she’s broadcasting sensuality.
“Well, the issues, an- and that’s plural, are your honor, and, the impropriety… wait-” Percival shook his head rapidly, “The issue in regards to what? What are you doing back there?”
That does it. She can’t hold it any longer, and bursts into laughter. His fumbling for an answer is adorable. “Percival,” she says, patting his back, “there’s no fantasy of mine that’s worth forcing you to fulfill.”
Very, very deliberately, she lowers her voice to a sensual purr, batting her eyelashes and reaching out to trail one hand down his bare arm. “Why, Percival, what kind of woman do you think I am? I would /never/ take advantage of you. You’ll come /willingly/.”
Percival freezes momentarily, followed by an involuntary shudder. “Well, um, th- that was never really the issue…”
She circles around behind him, still trailing those fingertips, having to work hard to suppress the giggles. “Then what’s the issue?” she purrs. A slow smile curls her mouth, and she’s broadcasting sensuality.
